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Qin Lie was the first to speak.

He drew his twin swords from his waist and took two steps to stand ten meters in front of Lin Feng.

"From the North?"

Qin Lie scanned Lin Feng from head to toe.

"I heard you killed a lot of strange beasts over there, you were pretty fierce."

He pointed the knife in his right hand forward.

"But this is the capital, not your godforsaken place. Here, just being able to fight alien beasts is useless."

A few laughs came from the stands.

"Qin Lie is right, those people in the North only know how to kill animals."

"Why all this nonsense in a four-on-one situation? Just go in and smash them."

"I bet Raymond Lam won't last three minutes, who's going to bet?"

"Three minutes is too long, one and a half minutes."

"make a deal!"

A group of spectators chuckled and pulled out their phones to transfer money, as if watching a monkey show.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the arena, with the Fang of Calamity at his feet, not moving an inch.

He glanced at Qin Lie, then looked at the three behind him.

Then he did something that no one expected.

He tossed the Fang of Calamity aside.

The battle blade slammed to the ground, the dragon scale runes flashed twice, and then disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Qin Lie frowned.

Lin Feng took his hands out of his pockets and flexed his fingers.

"Using a knife is too much of a rip-off for you."

The stands erupted in uproar.

"Is this kid out of his mind?"

"Martial Master, fighting four people bare-handed? And one of them was even a Martial King at the second stage?"

"Arrogant, too arrogant. Just don't call for your mom if you get beaten up and cry later."

Qin Lie's face darkened.

He entered school at the age of sixteen, became Emperor Wuzong at nineteen, and Emperor Wuwang at twenty-one.

The three geniuses who have made the most progress since the founding of the National Capital Martial Arts Academy.

From childhood to adulthood, I have had very few experiences of being looked down upon.

He couldn't swallow the humiliation he received today from a country bumpkin from the North.

You'll regret it.

Without another word, Qin Lie brought his twin swords together and exploded outwards.

He was extremely fast.

King Wu unleashed his full power in two stages, leaving a series of afterimages across the field, each afterimage carrying the glint of a blade.

Those in the stands could only see countless streaks of white light crisscrossing in the center of the arena, Qin Lie's figure completely merging into the sword's momentum.

The two swords combined create the A-rank martial art, Crescent Moon Eight Slashes.

Eight blades of light simultaneously slashed towards Lin Feng's throat, chest, waist, and knees.

Every cut is aimed at a vital point.

Lin Feng stood still.

His mental energy filled the entire arena in the very first instant.

Qin Lie's every step and every change of direction seemed as slow as a teaching demonstration to him.

Eight blades of light sliced ​​towards him.

Lin Feng took a half step to the side.

All eight cuts were empty.

Qin Lie's blade grazed the hem of his clothes, taking away a few strands of fabric fibers.

Qin Lie was stunned for 0.3 seconds.

enough.

Lin Feng raised his right hand.

It's not a fist.

It was a slap.

With his palm outstretched, facing outwards, he delivered a powerful slap to Qin Lie's left cheek from right to left.

Snapped!

The sound of that slap echoed three times throughout the underground arena.

Qin Lie's twin swords flew out of his hands.

He flew sideways, his body spinning two and a half times in the air.

boom!

He crashed into the protective array at the edge of the arena.

The array's runes flickered and then cracked.

Qin Lie's body passed through the protective array and continued flying backward, eventually crashing into the wall below the stands, creating a human-shaped crater.

It's embedded.

His left cheek was swollen like a bun, blood and foam were oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were rolled upwards, with more white than black.

I'm dizzy.

King Wu's two phases.

The glory of the capital.

He was knocked unconscious by a slap.

The laughter from the stands stopped abruptly, as if someone had choked it.

The viewers who were just placing bets are holding their phones up in mid-air.

The betting page is still open.

But no one clicked to confirm.

It's quiet now.

The entire arena fell silent for a full five seconds.

Five seconds later, Ye Zhi Qiu moved.

Her reaction was faster than others.

The instant Qin Lie was killed, she drew her sword.

"Attack together!"

Ye Zhi Qiu called out to Mo Chang Feng.

The two of them erupted at the same time.

Ye Zhi Qiu instantly activated his S-level family sword technique, and a light blue sword aura appeared on the sword. With a thrust, the sword aura transformed into a fan, covering a three-meter-wide area in front of Lin Feng.

Mo Changfeng cut in from the left, shirtless, the black cloth wrapped around his fist glowing with a dark red light, and punched Lin Feng in the waist and ribs.

Two peak Martial Grandmasters join forces to unleash an A-rank combined attack technique, "Wind and Thunder Annihilation."

Sword energy and fist wind converged in the air, forming an impenetrable attack net.

It was completely blocked off from all directions.

Someone in the stands stood up.

"That's enough! Even a mid-stage Martial King will have to take the Wind and Thunder Annihilation Technique seriously!"

"How can you catch him if he's not armed?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

He took a step forward.

Lost Steps.

Perfect level.

Three afterimages were generated simultaneously.

The first afterimage met Ye Zhi Qiu's sword energy.

The moment the sword energy pierced through the afterimage, the afterimage exploded, generating a shockwave.

Ye Zhi Qiu's arm was jolted by the shockwave, and the tip of his sword deflected by two centimeters.

The second afterimage collided with Mo Changfeng's fist.

Mo Changfeng punched the afterimage, feeling as if he had hit an iron wall, his hand went numb.

Where is the real body?

Behind them.

Lin Feng had already slipped past the two men and was standing three steps behind them.

The entire crossing process took less than 0.5 seconds.

Ye Zhi Qiu and Mo Chang Feng turned around at the same time.

late.

Lin Feng threw out both fists simultaneously.

The perfect physical strength from the "Heavenly Gang Body Forging Technique" combined with the Qi and blood infusion of the fifth level of Martial Sect.

Two punches.

The left fist slammed into Mo Changfeng's back, and his proud iron-clad body was as fragile as paper in front of this punch.

Mo Changfeng spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his feet left the ground, and he flew out, rolling four or five times before stopping, lying on the ground convulsing.

His right fist slammed into Ye Zhi Qiu's sword.

She instinctively parried with her sword.

The S-grade longsword held off Lin Feng's fist for a mere tenth of a second.

Then it bent.

The force of the punch traveled through the sword and into Ye Zhi Qiu's arms.

Her hand bones cracked and popped, the longsword slipped from her grasp, and she flew backward seven or eight meters before finally coming to a stop embedded in a stone pillar.

Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out in succession.

He wasn't unconscious, but both his arms were useless, hanging limply and unable to move.

Three against one, all were eliminated in less than three seconds.

At the highest point, Duan Hongyuan held a teacup, the ripples on the tea surface still visible.

An adjutant sitting next to him leaned over, just about to say something.

Duan Hongyuan raised his hand slightly.

The adjutant shut his mouth.

Only one person remained standing on the field.

Su Wan'er.

The woman in the purple dress finally lost her smile.

She pulled her hands out of her sleeves, spread her fingers, and unleashed her full second-grade spiritual power.

The psychic field spread out in all directions from her center.

Illusion.

Her most effective method.

Lin Feng sensed it.

A ripple of mental energy was attempting to penetrate the edge of his consciousness, trying to implant false visual signals.

Illusionary magic of a second-rank spiritualist.

In the capital, this tactic is certainly sufficient.

But standing in front of her was Lin Feng, an eighteen-year-old third-grade mental master!

The third-grade spiritual power crushed back.

Su Wan'er's psychic field shattered with a snap.

Her face turned deathly pale in that instant.

Mental backlash.

Blood gushed from her mouth, her legs went weak, and she knelt on one knee.

Lin Feng walked up to her and stopped.

"Give up."

Su Wan'er raised her head, blood streaming down her nose.

"I surrender."

Lin Feng turned around, walked towards the Fang of Calamity, bent down to pick it up, patted the dust off the blade, and tucked it back into his back.

He never used a knife throughout the entire process.

The brilliance of four capitals.

Three were knocked away, and one knelt down and admitted defeat.

The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.

The stands were completely silent.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the field and looked up at the top stands.

Duan Hongyuan put down his teacup.

Their eyes met.

Duan Hongyuan spoke.

"Come up here. Let's talk in my office."